we write
we crawl the back of eachothers minds
we know
we know that we are hurting eachother, we don't want it, but maybe we like it
something keeps pulling us back
whether it's music
or short talks
or dreams
or just our unconscious desires
but if something keeps pulling us back
if something bigger in the universe exists that keeps pushing us back
i can't think about the pain
i can only think about the good that could be
that we could be worth fighting for
i want to tell you
but i can't do it in any other form than a poem
because this is what we do
we write
